surpries

anonymous asked:

Hey, dis moi, t'as pas trop peur toi quand tu vois ces résultats au premier tour ? Je demande juste, parce que je sais que t'es français aussi ...

eh, j’ai pas été surpris par ces résultats, juste déçu. je me rassure par le souvenir de 2002 et la rapidité des candidats éliminés à appeler à voter macron.

1987 - Culture générale

Il avait été surpris que je l’accompagne au supermarché mais je l’avais abandonné pour me réfugier au rayon librairie. C’est ici que je pouvais faire l’acquisition de deux ouvrages, Moi, la scandaleuse et La Bête humaine, avant de le rejoindre sur le parking.
Depuis je n’ai toujours lu qu’un des deux.

panicatthe-bands  asked:

Hiiii! Could you do #78 please??


I’m working on these at a snail’s pace. Anyways I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it. Here’s #78: “That’s my shirt. So is that…wait?”


Stiles was the best.

Of course that was subject to opinion, but to him he was the freaking best. Ten out of ten the best friend, the best son, and especially the best boyfriend. Oh yeah that was also a thing too; he was the boyfriend of Derek Hale. The Adonis-like body, the chiseled cheeks graced with perfectly trimmed stubble, the incredibly smart and closeted jokester/nerd, the Derek Hale.

So when Stiles says he’s the best it’s because he didn’t tell Derek he was coming home from George Washington a few days earlier than planned. Oh yeah, surprise visit, probably the best idea since the whole panties thing they discovered…but that’s a story for another time.

This is how he found himself creeping up the stairs to their apartment after the longest three and a half hour drive from DC to New York ever. Even his constant music and finger drumming couldn’t distract him long enough to keep his mind off the time. It’s late; which is probably for the best since the more tired Derek was the less he used his senses, plus New York was naturally loud so the chance of blowing this too early was slim.

The chance of other forms of blowing were pretty high.

Stiles grabbed his keys, sliding them in the lock of their door as quietly as possible. The grinding of the key sliding through its riveted slot was loud and he almost wanted to scream in frustration but that would definitely give him away. Instead he huffed quietly and shoved the door open, toeing off his shoes on the mat before shuffling through the entrance to the open concept living area.

While there was no sign of Derek, the place was a mess. That was weird because Derek was such a neat freak; however blankets of all kinds were splayed about, the sink was piled with dishes, the stove top was full of crumbs…

The only thought running through Stiles’ mind was ‘what the everloving hell is going on?’.

He set his duffel bag on the couch as well as his computer bag, crossing the way to the small hallway that lead to the bedroom and bathroom. The door was cracked open slightly with soft yellow lighting pouring out. Stiles pushed the door open only to see the softest version of Derek he’s ever seen.

The socks on his feet are mismatched, he’s wearing the sweats with the holes in the legs and the sweater with the thumbholes, his hair all tousled and soft against his forehead. Stiles didn’t take out his phone despite the overwhelming urge to. This was an intimate moment and saving it on a camera felt wrong in a way.

Stiles walked over to the edge of the bed, his hand not even touching Derek before a strong grip wrapped around his wrist a tad too tight. Blue eyes flashed at him before fading quickly to reveal surprised green-ish ones.

“Hey, surpri–whoa!”

Suddenly his world was flipped, his hip smashing painfully with another as he was pulled onto the bed. Strong arms wrapped around him and held him impossibly close, a face nuzzling into his neck and making him laugh. The stubble….well beard now, tickled the hell out of him.

A possessive growl –that went straight to his dick if Stiles was being honest– echoed through the room and against his skin.

“You’re back early,” Derek said after a moment.

Stiles pulled back a little, looking his boyfriend in the eyes, “I wanted to surprise you?”

Derek still looked taken back, his mouth parted with his teeth poking out a little. This warm, bubbly, fuzzy feeling rose in his chest and suddenly he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss that shock right off his boyfriend’s face. The slight chapped feeling of his lips juxtaposed the softness of Derek’s, their noses brushing against each other’s ever so lightly every now and then.

When they pulled back Stiles finally noticed Derek’s pillow.

“That’s my shirt,” he said blankly, sitting up a little to see it better, “so is that…wait? What?”

Derek’s face went up in flames, the tan skin suddenly dark with red flush. Stiles didn’t need the gift of lycanthropy to see the embarrassment roll off the older man in waves. Under and around Derek’s pillow was his old Beacon Hills high school hoodies, a few of his graphic tee shirts, and basically anything and everything Stiles wears often.

It clicked in his head then.

“Ummm–”

“You missed me,” Stiles deadpanned.

Derek frowned, “Stiles…what? Of course I did.”

“Well duh…I just…you went as far to be with my scent,” Stiles said, motioning to the pillow.

“I always want to be with you and your scent,” Derek said, holding Stiles closer.

A grin spread across his face, “well that’s reassuring. I’d be worried if you didn’t.”

Derek took that as a cue to nuzzle his face back into Stiles’ neck and chest, scenting him immediately. Stiles laughed softly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tightly, letting the wolf take what he needed.

“I’m glad to be home,” Stiles said after a while.

Derek paused, looking up, “…home?”

“Once again duh, you’re my home.”

If Stiles took an extra week off school…well it was worth it if he got to stay with Derek, his home.


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Yule Ball Disaster

I promised an update so here it is plus I decided to make this a two part imagine 😚  Hope you enjoy! 

Can I get an imagine where the reader is a pureblood slytherin and her and Draco have been flirting nonstop which lead her to believe he would ask her to the Yule Ball only to find out the night before the dance he asked someone else. So she convinces Harry to go together since they can’t go with who they wanted in the hopes of making them jealous, which it does. And lots of fluff please!! Thank you!! -Anonymous

The Great Hall was filled in a louder state of chatter as this year was the year of the Triwizard Tournament. Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beuxbatons students filled the hall as their voices filled the atmosphere. You didn’t mind the noise. You were in your own little conversations with your slytherin housemates; specifically Draco Malfoy. 

You and Draco were the best of friends. A very strong Flirtationship as you would call it. More than a friendship, Less than a relationship. It made people think you were already together. Although you wished it was something more than just a flirtation. You were just too much of  coward to admit your feelings. 

You sat next to each other, as usual, your shoulders were pressed against the other. It wasn’t because the whole slytherin table was occupied, it was because you have gotten used to sitting together so close.  

“Father actually considered sending me to Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts, you know. He knows the headmaster, you see. Well, you know his opinion of Dumbledore — the man’s such a Mudblood-lover — and Durmstrang doesn’t admit that sort of riffraff” Draco stated, looking between you and his friends as he continued “But Mother didn’t like the idea of me going to school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far more sensible line than Hogwarts about the Dark Arts. Durmstrang students actually learn them, not just the defense rubbish we do”

“Funny how my mother considered me transferring as well” You laughed, earning a smile from him “Beuxbatons is what you were destined for!” You attempted to copy your mother’s words causing your small group to erupt in fits of laughter and chortles. 

“Why’d you stay here?” Draco asked. 

“You really think I’m going to leave you here with these blokes?” You smiled, lightly pushing his shoulder with yours “I don’t want you to suffer”

“You’re the only reason I stayed too” He said, looking into your eyes. Your eyes gazed at his for a moment before turning away, quickly hiding the smile you had. 

“Could you two just get together already?” Blaise spoke, cutting the tension.

“You know that can’t happen, Zabini” You said, smirking at the dark skinned boy. 

“Why not?” Draco interjected. He was acting strange but you couldn’t quite put your finger on why. 

“We’re too perfect for each other, dear” You smiled, amused “The universe might explode at the madness of our relationship’s very existence” 

Just then Draco was about to retort until a paper rose had fallen onto your hand. Draco looked at you in a weird mix of expressions. You eyed it suspiciously before slowly unfolding the perfectly made rose. 

“Ms. (Y/N) Howell, would you care to join me in tomorrow’s Yule Ball?” 

You looked behind you to see one of the durmstrang boys staring at you with a smile. He was very good looking but Draco was hotter in your opinion. You would have said yes but you had an intuition that Draco would be the one to take you. Maybe he was just waiting for the right time to ask? You gave the buff boy a grin before turning back around. You saw Draco glare at the boy in your peripheral vision. He was always like that when you were around other boys.

“Another one?” Crabbe said in disbelief “How many more are you going to get until they give up, Howell?” 

“When they realize she’s already going with Draco” Goyle commented, looking between the durmstang boy and Draco. 

“I’m going with Pansy” Draco said, blankly.

The air got caught  in your throat as you processed what he just said. 

This surprised you and the others. You thought he hated Pansy. He made it very clear that he did every time she would pass by to get him away from you. Draco would always decline saying you and him had things to do. When you two were alone he would always complain about her saying that you were the only girl he needed in his life— besides his mother of course. 

How this boy made your heart flutter in more ways than one.  

“Pansy?” Your voice squeaked. You cursed yourself for for being so embarrassing. Draco shrugged like it was no big deal. Well you couldn’t blame him. You were too stupid to think he would ask you. You excused yourself before standing up. Your friends gave you looks of worry and confusion but you brushed them off. 

Where you were going? You honestly did not know. All of this is confusing. 

You left the Great Hall making your way towards the courtyard. Some fresh air should help you calm down. Why did Draco have to make you feel like this? Of course he wasn’t intending to. He just……Ugh! Stupid Feelings. Stupid Ball. Stupid Girl. You groaned in frustration, wanting to rip out the roots of your hair with your hands. You found yourself sitting on one of the benches. By this time everyone would be in the Great Hall, leaving the courtyard empty well except for you. 

“You alright, (Y/N)?” 

You easily recognized the voice belonging to the Chosen One himself, Harry Potter. Why he was speaking to you?  You had no clue but somehow his presence made you feel slightly better. Why is this happening?

“I’m fine” You whispered, staring at your shoes. You couldn’t just tell him that you were upset that Draco wasn’t taking you to the ball. That would be mad.

“I could tell you’re not” He said, sitting next to you on the bench.You gave him a light smile before answering “Everything’s just peachy” 

Oh how much Draco would kill you right now. Being around Potter and speaking to him.

Then it struck you. An incredibly idiotic plan. Idiotic enough to make it brilliant. 

“Harry?” You spoke up, getting scar head’s full attention. If you could get him to go to the ball with you, you could make Draco jealous. You’ve seen the way Harry looks at Cho; pretty obvious that he likes her so he’ll also get a chance of making her jealous as well.

Now you fully understood why the sorting hat placed you in Slytherin.

“Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?” 

Words I’m learning this week

saoulé(e): annoyed
ennuyé(e): bored
malade: sick
épuisé(e): exhausted
fatigue: tired
intrigué(e): intrigued
curiux/curieuse: curious
Malsain(e): creepy
bizzare/étrange: strange
jaloux/jalouse: jealous
Somnolent(e): sleepy
confus(e): confused
surpris(e): surprised
déçu(e): dissapointed
fàché(e): angry
triste: sad
paresseux/parrasseuse: lazy
joyeux/joyese: cheeful
gai(e): cheerful
heureux/heureuse: happy
repu(e): full/stuffed
assoiffé(e): thirsty
affamé(e): hungry
en mauvais santé: unhealthy
sain(e): healthy
en bonne santé: in good health

Les émotions

Here are some basic feelings for you in that cold november evening :

- tired : fatigué / fatiguée

- exhausted : épuisé / épuisée

- sick : malade

- bored : ennuyé / ennuyée

- boring : ennuyeux / ennuyeuse

- annoyed : saoulé / saoulée (familiar)

- healthy : sain / saine, en bonne santé

- unhealthy : en mauvaise santé

- hungry : affamé / affamée 

- thirsty : assoiffé / assoiffée

- full, stuffed : repu / repue, rassasié / rassasiée

- happy : heureux / heureuse

- cheerful : joyeux / joyeuse, gai / gaie

- lazy : paresseux / paresseuse

- sad : triste

- angry : en colère

- pissed : fâché / fâchée 

- disappointed : déçu / déçue

- surprised : surpris / surprise

- confused : confus / confuse

- sleepy : somnolent / somnolente

- jealous : jaloux / jalouse

- weird : bizarre, étrange 

- creepy : malsain / malsaine

- curious : curieux / curieuse

- intrigued : intrigué / intriguée

Maybe

A/N: Oh boy, I am so sorry for the waaait. I’m literally dying from homework and school shit! My teachers thought it would be fun to give me all the work of the semester for my spring break (which it’s just one week), and i’m having a mental break down

But whatever! This is some OtaYuri just in time to celebrate the NEW CLIP BECAUSE IT’S GOLD HELP. (It’s not related to the clip, tho. Sorry!)

I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you for being patient ♥ I love you all!

Words: 2,052 (fufu under the cut u,u)

Summary: Jealousy leads to something else. Otabek wasn’t expecting anything like this.


Yuri still felt his cheeks burning up, even if he was already halfway towards his home from practice. He growled and tried to hide his face with his scarf.

Victor and Yuuri had been all lovely dovey again during practice. Kissing and hugging and nuzzling and messing around. Sharing soft whispers and cute words and loving glances that made Yuri almost want to throw up. Almost.

He was angry because they messed up a lot of times and kept distracting him from his rutine, but… he also kept feeling this strange tug at the pit of his stomach. It was a pretty weird sensation and quite uncomfortable that made his insides twist this way and that, making feel nauseous.

He knew the name of this sensation, but he also was reluctant to admit it out loud, because he wasn’t. He wasn’t at all.

Yuri Plisetsky was absolutely not jealous.

Why would he? He doesn’t specially enjoy public demonstrations of affection. He rather have all of those moments back in the comfort of his house, but, yet again, he doesn’t get that kind of affection at home, either.

“I’m not jealous”, Yuri repeated to himself, his feet stomping into the slight wet pavement with his combat boots. He dipped his ice cube hands into his pockets and scrunched up his shoulders to nuzzle dipper into his scarf.

Maybe he was a little jealous. Maybe he was a little jealous because, different from Yuuri or Victor, Otabek and him barely seemed like a couple. They do hold hands out while walking together, of course… well, once in a while. And they also kiss out in public… mostly when there’s nobody around to see. And they hug, too… for like three seconds before Yuri pulls apart with a blush on his face.

Yuri whined. This whole jealously situation was stupid, but, regardless, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was it his fault? Was it Otabek’s fault? Was it their fault?

Maybe they weren’t comfortable enough around each other, just yet. Even though they’ve been dating for almost five months now. Maybe Otabek was too shy. Maybe Yuri was too shy. Maybe they both are too shy. Maybe…

“Ah, Yura!”, Yuri flinched and turned his head to see Otabek climbing up the stairs towards him and suddenly, he found himself standing in front of the apartment. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice he was back. 

“You came back earlier than I thought”, Otabek said running to Yuri’s side with a paper bag close to his chest. “I went to buy some things for dinner”.

“Oh, I see”, was Yuri’s answer and he looked up at Otabek straight in the eye, waiting.

He waited and waited and waited and waited…

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  • Me: alright time to focus on this class
  • Brain: But what if you just mentally replayed an entire yuri on ice episode right now instead
  • Me: It's been like 2 goddamn months why won't you let me know peace for like 5 minutes and let that fucking anime go
  • Brain: He never fails to surprise me. Ever since I first saw his skating, it's been an unending chain of surpri
Play With Me (Vernon/Hansol Smut)

Summary: It’s not your fault that he was just so pretty. And that he begged so prettily. And that he looked so damn pretty with a piece of leather wrapped around his throat. Why did being Seventeen’s stylist mean he was off limits? And to think, this all started on a boring night with a gifted bottle of wine a pile of jenga blocks. Smut.

(A/N: I must say that I got a little carried away. The original request from @ciels-parents did not entail anywhere near as much shit as this. But I’m pleased with the outcome. I guess the reason I added all the other stuff is because one of my favourite things about dom/sub relationships is all the pretty things, like the toys and the lingerie and shit. I could be a little just for that. But that’s waaay off topic. There’s so many warnings here; anal play, rimming mention, noona kink, sex toy(s), collaring, lingerie, subspace, praise kink, if that even counts as a warning?? but okay this is ten thousand words of impure filth so please back down if you’re not ready. I would also like to put forth now that I’m not responsible for any of the after effects of this fic, and happy valentine’s day, this is my present to you. -Tanisha<3)

You were, at best, a glorified babysitter. It was the only way to describe the current state of your job without leaving out any of the details. Somehow, you had started out as what you fully intended to be - a stylist. Straight out of high school you jumped head first into a fashion program, gaining all the sewing, finance, pattern making, fabric skills and whatever else you could have ever dreamed of.

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SURPRIS!! IS DAY OF LOVES!

SURPRIS IS THAT IT IS RIGHT BEFORE!

JOIN THIS YEEN!! ALL WILL TAKE MANNY STEPS TO LOOK UPON THE STARS TOGETHER!

THEN YEEN HAS

GIFTS!!!

@arlinn-kordd IS CLOUDY OORB THAT ENAMOR YEEN’S EYES AS MUCH AS YOU ENAMOR YEEN’S HEART!!

@arlinn–kord IS SPARKY OORB THAT MAKES FUR STAND ON END IN POOF JUST AS EXCITING AS YEEN IS TO BE AROUND YOU!!

@tamiyo-the-moon-sage YEEN GIVES BOX! NO BOX IS AS LAERG ENOUGH TO CONTAIN WONDEROUS THINGS HAVE SHOWN BUT THIS ONE IS SHINY ENOUGH TO!!

@saskia-the-trans-lesbian YEEN IS GIVE SHINY SORD TO CUT PEOPLE AN MAKE THIS YEEN SWOON OVER MUSCLES AN FIERCE ROAR!!

THEN, IS TIME TO TAKE ROMP TO WATERFALL! WALK THIS GREENED PATHS! PLAY UPON THE MANNY WATERFALLS BUT DONOT DO NAMESAKE AN FALL IS LONG WAY DOWN

YEEN WILL CATCH MANNY BURDS FOR EATING ALONG THE GREENED PATH FOR ALL TO SHARE AN EAT!!

THEN AFTER ALL THIS STAY TOGETHER TO CUDDLE AN WATCH BRIGHT SUN RISE AN FALL ASLEEP TOGETHER

DATE??

Quand j'suis arrivé sur la plage au petit matin avec mon surf sous le bras, y avait une fille qui était déjà là, qui fixait l'horizon. J'étais surpris, normalement j'suis toujours tout seul. Et j'te jure mec, tu l'aurais vu. Elle était dans un sale état. Elle était pieds nus, elle portait une robe blanche à moitié transparente qui lui collait à la peau, elle avait du sable partout sur le corps, des grosses cernes sous les yeux, les lèvres gercées, les cheveux emmêlés par la houle et collés sur ses joues creuses. Elle était vraiment pas belle à voir. J'sais pas ce qu'elle foutait là à six heures du mat, elle avait l'air complètement perdue, elle avait probablement passé la nuit ici, fin j'en sais rien, j'comprenais pas ce que pouvait bien faire une gamine ici aussi tôt. J'savais pas trop si j'devais aller lui parler ou pas, puis tu comprends c'était pas vraiment mes affaires. Elle avait l'air assez jeune, pt'être dans les dix huit ans, ou un peu moins. Elle avait aussi l'air tellement triste pour ses dix huit ans, tellement mal. Elle faisait peine à voir. Quand j'me suis retrouvé à sa hauteur elle s'est tournée lentement vers moi. C'est là que j'ai pu voir l'état de ses lèvres, mais ce sont surtout ses yeux qui m'ont frappés en premier. Des yeux plus bleus que l'océan. Tu vois la couleur de l'eau au petit matin, quand le jour s'lève à peine ? Ben c'était exactement la même couleur. D'un bleu foncé, pur, profond, pénétrant. Ouais, c'était exactement ça, pénétrant. Tu t'perdais dedans, un truc de malade. Ils m'attiraient autant qu'la mer, ils étaient tout aussi captivants et ils avaient la même lueur dangereuse et indomptable. C'est super cliché ce que j'te raconte là, mais j'te promets ils te transperçaient, t'avais l'impression qu'ils sondaient ton âme. J'sais pas combien de temps j'suis resté là à la regarder comme un idiot, incapable de bouger. Mon cerveau était comme en bug tu vois, j'étais pas en mesure de réfléchir, de commander à mes membres d'avancer. J'pouvais juste la dévisager, la bouche entrouverte. On est resté immobiles à s'regarder dans le blanc des yeux pendant un bon bout d'temps, et j'aurais pu continuer encore longtemps si elle avait pas explosé de rire d'un seul coup. Et son rire mec, son rire. La plus belle chose que j'ai jamais entendu. Il t'faisait l'effet d'une claque dans la figure, d'un coup d'fouet dans l'dos, d'un coup d'pied au cul. J'avais jamais entendu un truc pareil de ma vie, c'était le truc qui te retournait les tripes le cerveau tout. J'sais pas comment t'expliquer, c'est impossible t'façon. Après ça j'savais plus ce que j'étais venu foutre sur cette plage. Puis elle s'est détournée, et elle avait pas l'air d'avoir trop envie d'me parler, alors j'ai tant bien que mal repris mes esprits et mon surf, reconnecté mon cerveau à mes membres puis j'me suis enfoncé dans l'eau et j'ai nagé jusqu'aux vagues. Quand j'me suis retourné pour voir si elle m'observait ou pas, elle avait disparu. Comme ça, en moins de cinq minutes elle s'était volatilisée, et je l'ai jamais revue. J'y retourne tous les matins sur cette foutue plage, mais j'suis à nouveau tout seul. Ça fait deux ans maintenant, et j'me demande toujours ce qu'elle est devenue.
—  ouragandsentiments
Eric & the model/actress Na Hyemi confirmed their relation

Eric & the model/actress Na Hyemi confirmed their relation, but denied having marriage’s plan now.
Dispatch “caught” them last december.

Sorry for this short note, but since I’m personally against allkpop/soompi lack of news of Shinhwa, except when one member is dating & even more against Dispatch’s methods, I will not upload their news or pics of them. I hope you will understand ^_^

The only thing I have to say is BE HAPPY LEADERNIM ♥

Eric et la modèle/actrice Na Hyemi ont confirmé leur relation, mais dénient tous plans de mariage pour le moment.

Dispatch les a surpris en rendez-vous en décembre dernier.

Pardon pour cette courte note, mais puisque je suis totalement contre les méthodes de Allkpop/soompi et encore plus Dispatch, je ne vais pas partager les articles et photos qu'ils ont fait. J'espère avoir votre compréhension.

La seule chose que j'ai à dire c'est, SOIT HEUREUX LEADERNIM ♥

OSHES! PURCHASE HIGHEST OF QUALITY OSHES AT THIS YEEN!

GUD AN WHITE. MADE FROM REAL BODY!! RUB ON EYES TO HELP WITH THE WAKING UP IN THE MORNING. STIR INTO MILK FOR TASTY DRINK!!

SURPRIS CHILDREN BY MAKING THE LIVING ROOM COVERED IN “SNOW”!!

YES IS GUD! YEEN HAS AT LEAST TWOOO URNS FOR PATRON SO TAKE STEPS OVER HERE TO PURBCHASE!!

Quand le Ventrue a compris que personne ne l’aime, à part pour son argent.

Surpris de cette foule à laquelle il était étranger, cet homme d’imagination éprouva comme une immense diminution de lui-même.
—  Honoré de Balzac, Illusions perdues
(Deuxième partie – Un grand homme de province à Paris)

“L’homme aux chaussures parfaites” est parti.

Parce que je lui demandé si il cherchait une relation sérieuse et qu’il m’a répondu très honnêtement “non” (je vous fait court, il m’a expliqué pourquoi et je comprends, même si ça fait mal.)

je lui ai dit : mais qu’est ce que je fais là moi alors ? 

Il a été très surpris que je sois aussi cash.

Je lui ai dit que je remontais le pont levis (il faut bien que je me protège.) Je suis pas si mal dans ma forteresse.

C’était bien ce moment, le soleil, le lac, le pique-nique … Et c’est fini.

Dans la voiture en rentrant il m’a dit qu’on le ferait ce tour en moto, j’ai souri, j’avais déjà fermé la porte.

Je lui ai dit que je l’appellerais, moi. Une façon de lui dire de ne pas m'appeler pour l’instant.

Et je ne le ferrai pas. Je mérite un “homme aux chaussures parfaites” qui soit prêt à vivre une vraie belle histoire sérieuse, maintenant. 

Nan, je ne pleure pas, j’’ai une poussière dans les yeux.

L’art est un matériaux. Il est profondément ancré dans la réalité lié par la matière et les problématiques. L’art est politique, à tel point que s’il est martelé, il cesse d’exister. L’art est dialectique, il s’enrichie dans le partage et s’appauvrit par l’appropriation et la marchandisation.
Il est du domaine du voir et d’être vu…
Euh..quelqu’un voudrait bien m’expliquer ce qui fait rire tous le monde ?

-Ah ouais ! Regardé ! (Photo) Et ça, c’est de l’art Mr. Fuentes ?

-Est-ce de l’art Mr. Valles ? Qu’est ce que vous en dîtes ? Pourquoi ne pas nous dire ce que vous voyez ?

-On dirait un bon gros porno gay.

-Un bon gros porno gay.. C’est vraiment intéressant. Parce que c’est là que la relation entre l’objet et le sujet s’inverse. D’où l’expression : se mettre dans la peau de l’autre. Ce que le spectateur voit, nous révèle qui il est. Parce que les yeux de l’observateur y trouvent non seulement la beauté mais également la superficialité, la laideur, la confusion… des préjugés. Ce qui revient à dire que l’observateur vera toujours ce qu’il veut voir, ce qui suggère que vous, Mr. Valles, vouliez voir en réalité, un bon gros porno gay. Alors qu’une autre personne, une personne avec des yeux capable de voir bien au delà des conventions sociales, bien au delà de ses propres préjugés. Un tel observateur pourrait y voir la représentation de deux hommes, surpris dans un acte de plaisir. Érotique, évidement, mais également… vulnérable. Ils ne savent pas qu’il y a un appareil photo. Parce qu’ils sont tous les deux connectés au moment connecté à l’autre… A l’amour. Et comme je l’évoquais au début de mon cour, l’Art et l’Amour ont du public.


Hernando Fuentes - Sense8. Mon Héro.